Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uruguay and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Agitation Free to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moleskins,
Q and Not U,
Funkadelic,
Newcleus,
Al Stewart,
Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
The Searchers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scrapy,
Dual Sessions,
Bush Tetras,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Circle Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Cymande,
The Fuzztones,
Duran Duran,
Kaleidoscope,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
UT,
Albert Ayler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Angels of Light,
Dead Boys,
Hashim,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sam Rivers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Inner City,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Fraelich,
B.T. Express,
Skarface,
Don Cherry,
The Count Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
LL Cool J,
Lightning Bolt,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Darondo,
Fatback Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Technova,
The Black Dice,
Aloha Tigers,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.